Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The Sunstone Dragon King is no match for the Obsidian Dragon King...

"No...no, Tyr is absolutely not enough! Please...for Catherine's sake, kill me!"

Lula was pale and tears streamed down her face. The torment of her body and mind finally broke her down completely. She lost her usual composure and begged Nolan for relief.

Several saintesses and the Elf King were all moved, looking at Lockrean with complex expressions, as if they were seeing the Holy Prince in a new light.

Nolan's gaze was strange, not because of the reasonableness of the deal—after all, it was her spoils, and it was not up to Locke Ryan to interfere.

The crimes committed by the Dark Curtain Dragon King against the Agate Dragon Clan are unforgivable, but how did this kid know about them?

Pompey and Orotenbe are dead; their conspiracy should only be known to a select few...

Lord Crimson sighed. The interrogation had reached a stalemate, and Lula's stubbornness was to be expected.

The Moonstone Dragon Mother was unwilling to suffer humiliation, nor did she want to betray her people. The victory celebration ended unhappily, and the soldiers needed rest to prepare for even more severe challenges.

The Water Spirit Court's fierce resistance has angered the Sea Throne, and the Valley of Splendor will not let the matter rest. Moreover, the Dragon Tide never occurs only once.

The night in this tranquil place was cool and damp, with a faint smell of blood in the air. If it weren't for Alinda's foam barrier isolating the plague-infected blood from the dragon beast, the people of the city would have a hard time getting a good night's sleep.

Unlike the Allied Forces, Nolan enjoys the treatment of a master in the Water Spirit Royal Court, with a status equivalent to that of the Elf King. He resides in the Suspended City Palace and oversees powerful prisoners.

It wasn't entirely because of the title "Prince of Lilies" that the Elf Queen often jokingly referred to; just because of the name "Invincible," the High Elves had to treat him with the highest honors.

The witch is now an apostle of equal strength to the Amethyst Dragon Mother, and is treated as a distinguished guest by all forces wherever she goes, not to mention that she has once again saved the seven royal courts.

The human phalanx was so large that it had to be stationed outside the city. Although Lockrean and the saintesses had a lot to say, they had no reason to enter the palace on human territory and offend their master.

Having escaped a calamity, the revolutionary army finally had a chance to catch its breath and try to break out of the new predicament. Two of the seven territories of the Holy Alliance had been lost, and the situation was even more dangerous.

Inside the simple tent, the civilian officers looked solemn and the atmosphere was awkward; no one dared to speak first.

Most of the veterans of the White Front were present, including the Rainbow Archbishop and several United Front Saintesses. The threat to the Tranquil Land had been resolved, but they had not forgotten their shameful status as deserters.

Everyone was waiting for an explanation, a reason to tolerate the humiliation, otherwise His Highness would lose their loyalty.

"Have you thought of an excuse? If not, then say a proper goodbye to your two quail eggs, because of you, they and I have become traitors!"

Selene spoke first, her voice icy, her horrific injuries doing nothing to diminish her fierce aura.

Lockrean coughed, took two steps back, and without a doubt about Selimoni's words, said with a wry smile, "Isn't it enough to exchange a city that is bound to fall for the friendship of the elves and the free people?"

"What do you think? Which eye of yours saw that they were in the mood to help us?"

Selene suddenly stood up and grabbed Lockrean by the collar. Sariel and Yero rushed over to stop her, caught in a dilemma.

"Not now, but it will be in the future."

His Highness's expression was innocent, a stark contrast to his earlier wicked demeanor when he came up with the bad idea.

Curtis cut in at the opportune moment, asking in a low voice, "When?"

The revolutionary army is indeed in dire need of help, as the noble faction led by the Azure Prince is deeply entrenched.

Lockrean took a deep breath and smiled, "When the dragon tide is defeated!"

"this......"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, deeply moved. After witnessing the catastrophe of the Star Festival, could His Highness still be so certain that the alliance between the Dragon Clan and the Sea Clan would fail? Even the Savage Beast Territory and the Obsidian Empire suffered heavy losses under the onslaught of the Dragon Tide.

Even if they could defeat the Valley of the Spectrum and the Throne of the Sea, how long would that take? By then, the Holy Alliance might have already split and disintegrated, exiting the stage of history like the Temple of War.

"The Throne of Chaos can create miracles, and so can we. I have full confidence in the Goddess."

Lockrean's voice is incredibly magical; his solemn and devout gospel always gives soldiers the strength to turn defeat into victory in the darkest of times.

The fact that they were able to escape the White Front alive was a miracle in itself, and repelling the dragon tide was an incredible feat. The officers were invigorated and their confidence increased.

Curtis hesitated for a moment before expressing his firm stance, stating that he would continue to follow His Highness the Holy Son.

"Seven rays of immortality."

The other officers fell silent for a moment, then gritted their teeth; they had no way out.

"Seven rays of immortality!"

A pile of garbage is as good as saying nothing.

The Archbishop of Rainbow had a gloomy face. A few vague words might fool others, but they would never deceive a royal princess who had grown up in the cradle of power.

"Hmph! Just you wait and see. If I find out you have other intentions, you're dead!"

Selene finally let go, stormed out of the tent, and her stubborn, limping figure was somewhat endearing.

Yero hesitated, "Your Highness..."

"It's alright. She's the opposite of Heloise—sharp-tongued, soft-hearted, and trustworthy."

Locke Ryan patted Yero's head with a gentle smile, seemingly possessing a special ability to see through everyone and to exploit everyone's weaknesses for his own purposes.

"By the way, where is His Majesty the King?"

Mentioning the two sisters with their complicated relationship, the officers looked around. How could the Crimson Lotus Queen be absent at such an important moment?

754. You should revere me as a god.

Thanks to the Red Lotus King's mission to the Free Federation and his successful negotiations with the Dragon Slayer Warrior Legion, the soldiers of the White Front were given a glimmer of hope.

Now, the Empress, whom everyone should be most grateful to, is nowhere to be seen. She doesn't even seem to care much about further battle plans and counterattack strategies, which is quite different from her previous image of being brave and reliable.

At the back of the crowd, one of the king's little followers covered his exquisite red crown and hid under the table, too afraid to utter a sound.

Panini?

The little girl trembled as Curtis scooped her up by her cloak, and she stammered, "Um... I... I don't know!"

"Yeah, right."

Curtis sighed, looking helplessly at Locke Ryan; he already had his answer.

Someone didn't say anything, but it seemed like they'd let everything slip. It was the middle of the night, and Heloise could only go to find one person.

The officers' expressions were extremely subtle. Everyone knew about the Empress's decadent lifestyle. Did she not even spare girls if he was a knight?

However, the scene of those two adults fooling around is too exciting. Just imagining it makes my nose bleed. It's hard to say which one I should envy.

"I see."

No one saw the fleeting hint of displeasure that crossed Lockrean's beautiful emerald eyes; it vanished in an instant.

Mere mortal!

Deep within the palace, at the very top of the suspended city, all was shrouded in darkness, with only the power-generating magic crystal tower overhead emitting a faint glow.

The abode of the Water Spirits is not luxurious, and its style is far less grand and imposing than that of the Sunlit Royal Court. The quiet courtyard is filled with an artistic atmosphere, and every corner is exquisitely crafted with unique ingenuity. The people here are more skilled in crafts and textiles.

But this was not for the damned dragon. A tall knight in black armor stood outside the palace, watching the distance. The Moonstone Dragon Mother was under the "close" watch of the Invincible. The special punishment continued.

On a tiring night, someone came to visit.

The entire city was protected by a giant bubble, like a beautiful castle from a fairy tale. Nolan was staring at the bubble in a daze, something she did most often throughout her long life.

"Thank you for your assistance. It was my dereliction of duty not to detect the enemy's plot in advance."

Out of courtesy, the Water Spirit King came in person after finishing his tedious business to formally express his gratitude.

Alinda has lost some weight, but her chest is still impressive, and her youthful appearance makes it hard to believe she is a mother of three.

Nolan's red eyes were half-open, and he looked drowsy, so it wasn't surprising that he was disturbed.

"Besides the abundant water element, what else do you think could attract sea creatures here?"

"It must be an ancient elven artifact."

Alinda answered without the slightest hesitation, as if she already knew the other party's motives, and was very frank.

Each of the seven royal courts possesses ancient and powerful elemental artifacts, and even the Demon King Serantia once infiltrated to try and seize them. The sea creatures certainly have reason to covet them.

Nolan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Elf King's slender figure, but he didn't sense any unusual fluctuations. Perhaps such a precious item wasn't carried on her like it was with Zinora.

"Please rest assured, it will not appear before the world unless absolutely necessary. This is the order of the Queen... no, the Regent."

There were outsiders present, so there were a lot of things that Alinda couldn't say.

Since stepping down from the throne, Leiri seems to have gone even further than before, and no one knows what she plans to do after sacrificing herself to the goddess of life.

Nolan smiled at the thought of his mother-in-law, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. Such a clever con artist must know the consequences of showing up. Perhaps the next time they meet, she will bring even more "surprises".

Alinda glanced at the Black Knight outside the door, hesitant to speak. Despite her curiosity, there were many secrets she shouldn't ask given her status.

"Why are you still here? Do you want to serve me in bed?"

Nolan blinked and couldn't resist teasing him.

The Elf King blushed slightly and said sternly, "This is not the time for jokes. Please keep your friends in check and don't let them wander around. It's very impolite."

After saying that, Alinda walked away, dragging her long dress, her steps quickening as she went, looking somewhat frightened.

Before the timid Elf King had gone far, someone climbed in through the window, their alluring curves under the bright red military uniform highly recognizable in the darkness.

"Oh dear, she spotted me. Even if we hadn't come, I bet this cow would have had a way of dealing with those lazy bums."

"They know nothing about the true power of the water element."

Nolan stretched. In the last cycle of the God War, the main force consisted of dragons and elves. At that time, the sea creatures didn't even have the qualifications to participate.

Heloise wrapped her arms around Nolan's neck from behind, pressed her lips to his and kissed him, her expression fierce and direct.

"Where have you been all year? Do you know how much I need you!"

Her hot red lips were filled with an intoxicating smoky scent, and the exotic fragrance between her lips and teeth was not unpleasant, exuding a strong sense of aggression.

"This is not the attitude of begging for help."

"Oh? Then what attitude should I use?"

The Crimson Lotus King curled his lips, lifted Nolan's chin, and unceremoniously pressed her down beneath him. The Empress, who had long held a high position, had never known what it was like to be passive, even when facing a monster girl who was above the extraordinary realm.

"You should...respect me as a god."

The silver-haired girl squinted her eyes, her sweet smile was indescribably alluring, even women would be captivated by her.

Heloise's fingers trembled slightly, as if forced away by an invisible force. Her heart pounded, and her eyes held a strange look, as if the object was both close at hand and far away.